It is not sure this idea that we resulted from a Grand Poem, uttered in the lips of the Divine.
Carried through the centuries, eons past all time, breathed into our very soul's. A Poem so great it could not state the words of it's very self, but the power it has was enough to start a living being who then would pass it down to other's after it.
Could it be, it is we who live the verse of life? Are we so blessed to be the one's to carry the Poem?
It is a strange thought Iv'e carried alone, but it is possible we all came from that same, Grand Poem.